Martha sat, rocking, smiling into the sunlight streaming through window.
John sat in the far corner, unnoticed and forgotten for the moment.
Elisabeth tiptoed in and handed John the album. Martha didn’t notice.
John flipped to a random page. A beautiful young woman in a military nurse’s uniform smiled up at him. England, 1945.
He glanced at Martha.
Another random page and there was his and Elisabeth’s mom as a baby. 1951.
Another page. Paris, 1979.
Another page, another memory.
“It’s all there, but the storage doors are locked.”
John looked up. Elisabeth was watching Martha, tears in her eye.
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